I've been trying to sleep... no luck. So I'm up.

Up, rambling, ranting, whatever-the-fuck you want to call it.

Downloading Boy George, Danny Elfman, Buffy soundclips, Siouxsie... I am a download diva. 541 mp3s on my playlist. An insane amount of winamp skins, although the kitten has more than I do... over 200, I think he said. *shudders*

"Black Cloud" by Crazytown - one of my new obsessions.

"There's a little black cloud that follows me / everywhere I go it takes over me..."

Yep, it's the ultimate depressive's themesong. But somehow it's cheerful anyway. *wry grin*

I raged out at Snow, in full panic mode... he's very affecting. I'm calmer now, and although I made some good points I think I was just a bit rough about making them. I could have been calmer. Should have been calmer. *tweaks a few internal gears* There... hopefully it won't happen again quite so easily.

I want donuts and clove cigarettes and bad coffee, sitting out in Pioneer Square, watching all the people rushing places that I don't have to go, walking lazily to Powell's and reading for hours, dancing through downtown, missing kitten... you have no idea how fun it was to be out with him, streetrats kept mistaking him for one of them, and thus me for the same, it was priceless!

Gonna go hop in Furc. Life there is amusing.

I need sleep.